(MTL)Every time I wake up in the arms of the villain (through the book)

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

    It was night, the willows were on the top of the moon, the flowers in the courtyard in the bright white moonlight were extremely gorgeous, and the silver bells in the side courtyard also rang humiliously all night long.

    The candlelight in the room flickered slightly, and after a while, a man's hoarse and lazy voice came: "Prepare water." The

    red collar next to him was so embarrassed that the tips of his ears turned red, and Wu Jin also felt embarrassed and coughed lightly.

    He posted the door frame, but did not go in: "My lord, I have something important to report to you."

    The maid on the side entered the house with hot soup, and Zhao Sui came out after a long while.

    Compared with his usual neat and cold dress, now Zhao Sui only wears a coat at will, with a lazy appearance and a luxurious, extravagant, wave-like atmosphere everywhere.

    Zhao Suixu leaned against the door frame, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "What's the matter?"

    "Today, His Majesty sent someone to secretly search for the portrait of the princess, but a few people found it, I don't know..." Wu Jin glanced at Zhao Sui, wondering how to deal with this situation. thing.

    In the past, it was not too late for him to kill these little scoundrels at will, but it was not too late to report, but it was about the princess, and he never dared to make his own decisions.

    Zhao Sui sneered: "Oh, his mind is transparent." It's just a pity, now that Zhao Yan is a qiqiao and exquisite heart, it is difficult to do anything.

    "Since he wants to know, then tell him."

    He wanted to see, even if Zhao Yan knew the truth, how should he choose.

    When Shen Ci woke up, she only felt that her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.

    The feeling of pain in her internal organs made her consciousness chaotic, and Shen Ci only felt that this time, she might really be dying.

    Really when death was coming, she felt that this feeling was too terrible.

    The desire to survive in the bottom of her heart made the corners of her eyes moist, she coughed thinly, her breathing became louder and louder, and she gradually disappeared.

    Zhao Sui was afraid of waking her up when he pulled his robes into the room, but the slight gasp from the figure half up under the gauze made him startled.

    The curtain was slammed by a big palm, and the scene on the bed made his heart pierce like a needle.

    Because he indulged a little last night, he only wrapped his own single clothes for others, which was loose and thin.

    Today, the broken hair on the girl's pale forehead has been wet with cold sweat, sticking to her delicate cheek, and the corners of her lips are silky red blood, which looks fragile and lifeless.

    Zhao Sui's hands were shaking, and his voice was soft and seemed to coax: "Ruan Ruan?"

    Shen Ci on the bed was silent, as if she had lost her anger.

    Zhao Sui lifted the person up and leaned half into his arms with cold eyes, and put his hand on Shen Ci's wrist with trembling.

    At that moment, the weak pulse of his pulse made him want to cry. He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Ruan Ruan, you'll be fine, right?"